It was hard to believe that only an hour earlier, we were in an isolated paradise of blossoms and sun. That day, I definitely escaped from my eternal winter.
The Carmel mountains hold a mysterious beauty, dark and deep. They take in whoever ventures down to explore in the shadows.
Getting away to this part of the desert felt like an unusual mix of nature and nostalgia. It was escaping the ruckus of everyday life and reaching a simpler time and place.
Here in the Ramon Crater, there are hard rocks and soft rocks. Red ones and black ones. Chalky white dirt and deep red sand. There’s nothing monotonous about it.